Don't ask me if last night
I was sleeping at home
Nor what was I doing in my car
At the door of the bar of forgetting
Don't ask if I was
partying out with friends
because my answers are bullets
for your wounded heart
But if you let me tonight
I will give you
all the kisses I owe you
I know I always say I'm starting from today on
and then I never dare.
But if you let me I'll sing you a Bossanova
and I won't leave you alone for a minute
If you let yourself be carried like the sea carries the waves
to the rocks
Don't ask why my shirt smells like pachuli
nor what noise of women
was heard when you called me on my cellphone.
Because there are shots that are bitter,
even those from the best wine,
some short, some long,
but all damaging.